Letras
Whoa, yeah, for -
Yeah, yeah
I done pulled that thing to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Los, running with the codeine
And we about break, so take all you can
Screwed up, what, chest be looking booed up
With the chemistry it's brewed up tracks get chewed up
Brighten the mood up, when I'm spitting this all
Above the law, coldest nigga you ever saw
Stay there, outlaw hand me up the state
I infiltrate your chest stain and increase the death rate
Don't hate, my, it only makes us madder
Pockets get fatter, then a only makes them say matter
Squash all the chatter in the southern region
I pledge of allegiance to my niggas not breathing
We all still breathing screaming S.U.C
And that's the story - and P-A-T
Niggas can't see me cause I'm rougher than most
You boys are like bread not butter and toast
They can't even come close, they done already told ya
Like the H-A-W-K and a screwed up soldier
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Ah you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with my click, that's the S-U-C (the S-U-C yeah)
And they call me the bar baby
See when we flaunt our candy rides
Screens keep falling from the sky
Players ball and we stay true (stay true yeah)
And if you want to test my click
Pop-pop problems what you get
S-U-C 'cuz we god damn fools
We got that purple sticky dank
Chased with purple sticky drank
And forever we gone bang screw
Oh it's the screw in us, we gone represent with pride
It's the Screw in us till we die
Screwed Up Click, my click of G's
Oh you got to feel that player M-O-E
Rolling with the Pro, running with the -
Can't forget about, the Lil Keke
Devastating and motivating it's the S.U.C
Showing and blowing up since the year 93'